27.Apr.20, 04:15 AM
If asked, Azrin had no issues with stating his wife's reaction to the mauling was the reason why he didn't want her to come along. Depending on who asked, he would word his reply differently by either pointing out Hatchings were no place for women as they were too sensitive for such sights and Hatchings were a part of political games. Or a version of the truth would be given where he loved his wife too much and he hated seeing her upset.
He had tried to talk her out of the idea of coming given the late hour and how boring it would surely be--complete with an eye roll when mentioning how he would have to play nice and care about the well-being of Weyrleaders and goldriders and what not. But Candristra could be stubborn at times and she liked Casa and wouldn't dream of turning down a personal invite from the sweet goldrider that was about to be Weyrwoman. Now, as he held his wife in his arms, comforting her as she turned away from the mauling, Azrin wished he had pushed harder to keep her home. This wasn't her first Hatching and he knew it wouldn't be her last as she was too kind to not show her support, but damn him if he didn't want to lock her in a room when the next invitation came along.
He glanced over to Casa to see how she was dealing with the loss of a dragon and to see if she noticed his tender moment. He knew Candristra was his weakness but he also knew only a fool would try to use that against him. Casa wasn't a fool, which was why he had devoted so much time in training her in what he knew, but he also knew the girl could get some silly ideas in her head, though he suspected maybe some teasing at some point would be all she would continue to do.
He continued to murmur soothing words to his wife and let her know the Healers were tending to the boy. She finally came out of hiding in his shoulder when it seemed another egg was about to crack. He gave her a moment to do as ladies loved to do and pat at her hair and dress to make herself seem put together once more before holding her hand.
He had tried to talk her out of the idea of coming given the late hour and how boring it would surely be--complete with an eye roll when mentioning how he would have to play nice and care about the well-being of Weyrleaders and goldriders and what not. But Candristra could be stubborn at times and she liked Casa and wouldn't dream of turning down a personal invite from the sweet goldrider that was about to be Weyrwoman. Now, as he held his wife in his arms, comforting her as she turned away from the mauling, Azrin wished he had pushed harder to keep her home. This wasn't her first Hatching and he knew it wouldn't be her last as she was too kind to not show her support, but damn him if he didn't want to lock her in a room when the next invitation came along.
He glanced over to Casa to see how she was dealing with the loss of a dragon and to see if she noticed his tender moment. He knew Candristra was his weakness but he also knew only a fool would try to use that against him. Casa wasn't a fool, which was why he had devoted so much time in training her in what he knew, but he also knew the girl could get some silly ideas in her head, though he suspected maybe some teasing at some point would be all she would continue to do.
He continued to murmur soothing words to his wife and let her know the Healers were tending to the boy. She finally came out of hiding in his shoulder when it seemed another egg was about to crack. He gave her a moment to do as ladies loved to do and pat at her hair and dress to make herself seem put together once more before holding her hand.